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The Preachers Wife Pt 02 1

The Preachers Wife Pt 02 1

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Rick Harris had been working at the church for six months. He had presented himself as a transient wanting a fresh start and interested in religion. Having been raised in a conservative Christian family, he knew the correct terminology, and he had ingratiated himself with the Sr. Pastor, Reverend Stevens.

As a result, he had been hired as the janitor for the huge old structure. He had become quite familiar with the levels of hallways, classrooms, storage rooms, boiler room, and several quite remote places that no one had been to in ages. He found that the actual janitor duties took only an hour a day if he applied himself. However, he took his time most days, poking into dusty corners and behind rusty filing cabinets. He had already found various antiques which he had cleaned up and pawned, making him $12,000 richer.

Rick was in his late twenties and was ruggedly good-looking. But while he gave the impression of being a devout seeker, his mind was filled with visions of girls and women he had known in the past. And every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings at 10:00 he would make sure he was working in the area of the secondary gym.

The Sweetheart Soldiers conducted their aerobics class at that time. Half of them were older women that Rick had no interest in. However, several were firm and nicely built. But Rick's eyes mostly searched out the secret curves and softly rounded edges of Mrs. Joanna Liston.

She never dressed in anything revealing, but nothing could hide the fact that she was incredibly built. He loved to watch her stretching, her legs spread, and her incredible ass parted. Rick had fantasized plenty about Mrs. Liston, what it would feel like to drill her tight little cunt, and flood her with a rush of spunk.

He knew that her husband was one of the Junior Preachers. But he also recognized that she was a hottie. He arrogantly knew that if he could get in her panties, he could make her love it.

Rick had raped various girls over the years. But he was always careful to choose those he thought wouldn't say anything later. He had never been accused of anything, for the women had either been too scared, or they had loved it. He loved to make them squeal as he plowed their sweet little furrows.

He had fantasized about Joanna for an hour as he pretended to be working on an electrical outlet. His cock was a raging hardon as he visualized her spread out, that luscious body underneath him as his cock plowed her furrow. When the class ended Rick made his move. He was about to start walking casually toward her and was pleasantly surprised when Joanna walked towards him smiling, a towel around her shoulders.

Holding out her hand, she said "Hi, I'm Joanna Liston. My husband is the Senior High Youth Minister here. You're Rick, right?" She was smiling at him as he took her hand.

"Yes, that's right. Uh, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Yes!" she said. "I understand that there is an old exercise bike somewhere in one of the basement rooms. We were wondering if you knew where it was. We'd like to bring it up here and use it during our class."

She was smiling brightly at the darkly handsome man. She saw him quickly glance at her body, and a tingle of arousal tickled her belly. She castigated herself for reacting that way. He wasn't being lascivious or anything, he was just being a man.

"Well, Mrs. Liston, I do know where it is, but I'll need some help moving it. If you'd care to give me a hand, we'll go get it right now!" He smiled at her beneficently, easing the tiny doubt that she had.

Pausing only a second, she laughed "Well sure. I guess helping get it up here is the kind of exercise we're all looking for!"

Rick thought darkly "Honey, you're definitely going to get your exercise today."

Joanna followed the janitor down several flights of stairs and along several dank corridors. She had not realized the old complex was so huge! Finally, they reached the end of a long corridor, and Rick opened a heavy wooden door, holding it for her.

"The light is just inside the door, Mrs. Liston," he said kindly.

Joanna stepped through the doorway, feeling along the wall for the switch. Finding it, she flipped it on. A look of confusion crossed the beautiful wife's face as she looked around the room. She didn't see any exercise bike. Instead, there was a table in the corner with a TV on it, a couple of chairs, a large mattress on the floor, and a small refrigerator.

"Uhh...what place is this? I don't see an exercise bike," Joanna said as she turned to face Rick who had stepped into the room.

"Well actually, you're right, there is no bike. But this IS a great room for a workout."

He was grinning, and the look on his face worried Joanna. He reached behind him, shutting the door. He picked up a combination lock lying on a table beside the door and clicked it shut on the door. The lock clicking in the room was loud to her ears.

She took a step back as the Janitor leered at her. She watched his hands move to his blue work shirt and began unbuttoning his shirt.

"What...what are you doing?" Joanna exclaimed, her beautiful eyes opening wide as she watched the janitor unbutton his shirt, revealing a muscular hairless chest. He peeled out of the shirt and flexed his muscles.

"Oh, I'm just getting ready for a little workout I have planned," Rick smirked.

Joanna gasped at the implication of his actions and words. "Stop that! Stop that right now!" She loudly commanded him. But he simply smiled, ignoring her as he continued peeling off his clothes.

But even as she tried to combat the fear, Joanna felt her body beginning to respond to the visual stimulation before her. He had kicked off his shoes and taken off his socks.

Straightening up, he unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his work jeans. Joanna couldn't keep her eyes off of his hands as he pushed his jeans down his legs. She noticed how muscular his legs were, but her eyes were mostly clinging to the briefs he was wearing.

Joanna almost fainted as she tried to estimate the length of the enormous bulge behind his briefs. She didn't have to wait long, for he shoved his briefs down his legs, bending and hiding his prick, but then standing up, fully and completely naked.

Joanna was trembling like a leaf. The man was built like a Greek god. His prick was half erect already, and she could see the glisten of pre cum on the tip. He wrapped his hand around it and began obscenely stroking himself as his hot eyes looked at her. He was ENORMOUS! She was unable to suppress the shudder of lust that went through her body. "NO" she screamed to herself as she tried to stifle the sensations beginning to pound through her body.

Loudly, she hissed. "STOP THAT! Put your clothes back on this instant!" But he didn't pay attention to her and simply smiled as his eyes crawled up and down her body.

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"I'll scream!" Joanna said softly as her eyes remained locked upon his slowly stroking hand.

"When you get my prick up your sweet little cunt, I bet you'll do lots of screaming, Mrs. Liston!" Chuckling, Rick said "I've tested this room. I've had a ghetto blaster going full bore, and no one can hear a peep. And since you don't know the combination to this lock, I think it's safe to say that we're going to be alone for a while."

"Oh No...please don't. I-I'm a married woman! My husband is a preacher here," Joanna whimpered as she backed up against the table. Struggling to pull herself together, Joanna said in a louder, more calm voice. "Rick...you know this is rape. Do you want to go to jail? Think about it. If you do this, you'll be arrested and go to prison.

"Jail?" he laughed at her. "I don't think so, lady. It will just be your word against mine. And I'll be sure and put doubts about you in the minds of everyone who talks to me. They won't know whether to think I'm a lying bastard or that you're a hot assed tramp."

Rick just grinned at her. Then his face took on a mock serious expression. "Oh Reverend Stevens, I tried so hard to resist her. But she was between me and the door. And she took her clothes off right there in front of me! I didn't want to touch her, but I was too weak. She was begging me to do things to her. But I swear, I didn't rape her!"

Joanna was shocked as she visualized Rick putting on this act for the Sr. Pastor, Reverend Stevens. He was utterly convincing.

Grinning again, he said, "They might not completely believe me. Hell, I might even lose my job! But it will just be your word against mine. And I think it's worth it to spend some time fucking that sweet little cunt of yours!"

Joanna felt a spasm of wicked pleasure between her legs as the naked man used the vulgar obscenity.

"So, Mrs. Joanna Liston, you're going to get fucked, and my money is betting you'll keep quiet about it."

Joanna felt panic within her heart. The janitor was right! Most would believe her, but they would also harbor just a twinge of doubt about her, including her husband! And some would believe Rick! He was utterly believable spouting his lies!

"Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. It's up to you. If you submit, I think you'll find out how nice I can be, and simply do what I tell you. The choice is yours! Now, why don't you strip out of those clothes and give me a look at that hot little body of yours!" He leaned back against the door, folding his hands across his chest, his prick throbbing, and pointed at her, bobbing softly.

"Oh please...no, don't make me do this!" Joanna cried out. She was confused and torn. There was no way to escape that she could see. But added to her fear was the realization that she was going to have sex. That realization was like a wildfire igniting her sexual side. She knew that her nipples had become swollen, and she knew that the moisture between her legs was not sweat.

Rick sighed loudly. "OK bitch, if that's how you want it, I guess I'll have to smack you around a bit!"

"NO...NO, I'll do what you say!" Joanna mumbled as she watched the man move away from the door. He paused.

"OK, let us start easy. Get out of those tennis shoes and socks," he said, grinning at her.

Joanna was a turmoil of conflicting emotions. She was being forced to undress for this man who was not her husband. She was embarrassed and humiliated and knew that she should feel only shame. But the lewd thought of exposing her body to him made her body feel ripely swollen.

She sat down on the chair and slowly untied her tennis shoes, pulling them off. His eyes glistened as he watched her legs, her smooth and unblemished thighs revealed to him. She pushed down her white anklet socks, and then sat up, looking at him miserably.

"That's good, Mrs. Liston. Now stand up, and let's get rid of those shorts next."

Joanna felt faint as she stood up. Turning away from him, she pushed the waistband of her shorts down off her curved hips, lower down her thighs, and then bent and pushed them down her legs to pool on the floor. Her white panties were visible for only an instant, however, since the oversized T-shirt she wore fell around her hips. She was mortified. And at the same time, she was aroused and excited like she hadn't been for months. She hated herself for that weakness.

"OK beautiful, now turn around and pull that shirt up and hold it around your waist. I wanna get a good look at those pretty panties of yours!" Rick had again wrapped his hand around his prick, very slowly stroking it as his eyes crawled over her body.

Turning around and closing her eyes, Joanna reached for the bottom of her T-shirt.

"NO, OPEN YOUR EYES" He shouted, shocking the beautiful young wife. "You look at me! Don't you hide your eyes."

Joanna opened her eyes, and as she lifted her shirt, she couldn't repress a barely audible whimper as she exposed her panties to the man.

Her panties were white and thin, and he could see the darkness of her pussy hair through them. He could hardly wait to open those thighs up and thrust his prick inside of her. Joanna gasped as she saw a thin dribble of precum leak from the head of his prick as he shuddered with lust for her.

"Turn around," he said hoarsely.

Joanna blushed as she slowly turned around, showing the man her panty-clad bottom.

"Damn!" she heard him whisper, and his obvious arousal inflamed the heat that was building inside of her body. She couldn't lose control! This was WRONG! She should be kicking and screaming! Her mind was at war with her body.

There was a huskiness to his voice as he said "OK, lose the shirt, and make it snappy!"

Knowing there was no recourse, Joanna pulled her shirt up, revealing her white bra encasing her gorgeous breasts. She pulled the shirt up over her head and then stood there holding it limply at her side until she let it drop to the floor. She was dressed only in her panties and bra, standing before this stranger, exposed to his view.

She looked at his eyes and almost saw them glow as his eyes crawled over her body. She hated herself as she stood before him. She was hotly aroused and seeing him staring at her body like that only stoked those flames even higher! This was RAPE!!! She needed to start acting like it.

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And then...he was walking towards her. She trembled in fear and excitement.

"Ohhh no, please don't...PLEASE leave me alone" she whimpered half-heartedly. Reaching her, he put his hands on her shoulders, looking into her beautiful eyes.

Softly, almost gently, he said "I want your hands on my prick, Mrs. Liston. Wrap your fingers around me. Put them around the cock that you're going to take inside your body...the prick that is going to FUCK you!"

Joanna felt her pussy lips, already swollen with blood, contract wildly as she listened to his filthy words. She was quickly losing control of herself. She was repulsed at being forced, but she craved touching his huge prick.

Shaking, she reached out with both hands and gasped as her fingers wrapped around the silky smoothness of his prick. She felt it throb underneath her hands and he opened his mouth and groaned. It was so incredibly hot!

"Ohhh, you sweet bitch! That feels so good!" he said.

For an instant, Joanna remembered how much Dave had enjoyed her holding his prick that night at the lake, and she felt shame knowing that she enjoyed the response of this man who was going to rape her. She was acting like a slut, but she couldn't help herself.

His hands brushed her bra straps off her shoulder, leaving them hanging on the sides of her arms. he leaned forward, and she didn't resist when he pressed his mouth to hers. She WANTED to resist, to object to him and refuse him. She kept her mouth closed, gaining a small moral victory. But, she told herself, she was also squeezing his huge tube of flesh in her tiny hands.

The thought of holding another man's prick in her hands added to the flame inside her, and without conscious thought she groaned, opening her mouth, and feeling the janitor's tongue invade hers, licking all around the inside of her mouth. It was a wild, ravaging kind of kiss that she had never experienced from her husband. Clinging to his prick, Joanna sucked on his tongue, kissing him back.

Rick was overjoyed! He had fully expected to have to use violence against Joanna Liston. He had been prepared to tie her up and restrain her to violate her body. But she was some hot assed bitch, and her lack of aggressive resistance not only delighted him, it also caused him to anticipate how he could enjoy her beyond today. Damn! Her hand had begun stroking his prick. She was his for the taking!

Roughly, his hands moved behind her, and he fumbled with the catch of her bra. Being impatient and encountering resistance, he finally just pulled the elastic until it broke. He pushed her bra down and it fell down her arms, dangling around her wrists as she refused to give up holding and squeezing his enormous cock.

Taking her by the shoulders, he took a step back, pulling her along with him. He pushed her hands from his prick, and sat down on a chair, putting his hands on her hips.

"Mrs. Liston, you've got some gorgeous little titties. Put your hands under them and hold them while I give you a little titty suck."

Joanna was unable to think clearly. The voices in her mind that had called her to resist and reject this horrible sin had been drowned out by the demands of her body to satisfy the raging hunger between her legs. And it had been so long since her breasts had been suckled, she trembled with anticipation.

She cupped her breasts, lifting them as if offering them like a delicate morsel on a platter. She loudly groaned when Rick's mouth closed over one of her stiff nipples. His hands had cupped the sweet cheeks of her ass and were squeezing and stroking her as he began feasting on her swollen tits. Like a child in a candy store unable to make up his mind, Rick switched from one breast to the other as he suckled her.

It felt so good to the young wife. She no longer cared about anything except the pleasure that was washing through her body in waves. After months of being frustrated, she was being treated to a buffet of sexual pleasure.

Feeling the man's hands and mouth loving her body was driving her insane with passion. Joanna was loudly whimpering and gasping. She felt his teeth close around the base of one of her nipples, gently holding it immobile. And then his tongue began wildly lashing her sensitive nub and she began squirming in delight, shoving her chest against his sucking mouth, which inadvertently pushed her ass into his groping hands.

She was being molested in the most vile manner, and Joanna loved it. She LOVED it! At the moment she didn't care that it was a sin, that it was immoral or wrong. The act of giving herself sexually to a man who wasn't her husband should have shamed her. But she simply could not resist him.

At last, he pulled his mouth from her hotly throbbing tits, releasing a nipple with a soft wet plop from his mouth. "Mrs. Liston, I'm going to pull down your panties now," Rick said, looking up into her face.

Joanna flushed furiously. Though her body had betrayed her, she was still able to feel humiliation at what was happening to her.

"Mrs. Liston, tell me what's going to happen after I pull down your panties!"

She knew he was enjoying teasing her. He wanted to shame her, to degrade and humiliate the beautiful young wife.

"Oh please, Rick...please don't do this. If you have to-to rape me, then please get it over with quickly!" She sounded brave to her ears, but he only laughed.

"Come on bitch, you know what I want. Now, what is going to happen when I pull down your little panties?" He said to her.

"Y-you're going to m-make love to me" She whispered, her face a hot red color. Her heart was pounding in her chest.

He laughed loudly! "Oh really. So are you in love with me?" he asked.

Shaking her head, she replied, "No, I'm not!"

"Well Mrs. Liston, I'm not in love with you either. So I guess it won't be making love then. So what's going to happen? And stop pissing around. You know what I want to hear!"

Joanna's heart was racing. Never in her lifetime, not even in anger, had she ever used the F-word. But she knew what he wanted. It was nasty and lewd, but she was thrilled as for the first time, she said the word. "You're going to f-fuck me".

Smiling, he grinned at her, saying "That's right, Mrs. Liston. I'm going to strip your little married body naked, and I'm going to pull your married legs apart and I'm going to fuck that sweet little married pussy you have between your legs."

Joanna shuddered at the lewd words she was hearing, but those very words charged her unfaithful body, increasing her craving to be used. He was right! She WAS married, and she should be faithful to her husband. But just thinking about how unsatisfying he had been made her bitterly surrender to this man. She would let him do whatever he wanted to her!

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